“Strap yourself in, yes?” David told his son that was sitting on the passenger’s seat. “Jesus.” Kayden was kinda awkward this time [Well, he always is]. David felt somewhat strange about this ‘knowing-mum-trip’. He didn’t even exactly know where she really lives or just where to find her. He knew nothing about her. The last and only information he has about her is that she could stay in Brooklyn and it’s about 600 kilometres away from Montréal. There’s a long way to go!
“Are we there yet?” Kayden kept asking. It started getting on David’s nervous a little. “No.” He said shortly. “Are we there yet?” “No.” “Are we there yet?” “Kayden, I don’t even know where she lives, you know? I’m driving like a roadhog..” David answered aloud. He was flooded with nervousness again. It was for the umpteenth time.
During the going-to David had to stop for several times to ask some passers-by about a woman called Kaitlynn Foster. Fortunately, one guy knew where to find her and led them to the… um… ‘house’. Simply said, it was kinda messed up house.
“Is this… it?” Kayden asked, wide-eyed. David swallowed thickly before telling him: “It is.” He sighed and lowered down his tired eyes from driving all the time without a break.
“Fine. I’m going there.” Kayden snapped and wanted to get out of the car. During the attempt David grasped his sleeve and made him sit down again. “I’m going with you.” “No, you’re not, father. I can care about myself so… I wanna be there alone.” David flew into panic. All he wanted to do was to go with his son to have him in view.
He just remembered what Pierre has told him last night. It’s all up to him. He has to know it all by himself.
“Okay, you can go in there but I’ll be waiting in front of, okay? Whatever happens, come on out or scream or call me or-“ Sure! Don’t worry, okay? I’m going.” Kayden snapped again and was really sure about what he was gonna do.
While David was sitting in the car and was so nervous and jumpy that he shook, Kayden rang at his mother’s door. He was standing there with not a scintilla of nervousness.
The door was open. Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the doorway. Kayden’s eyes got wider but in the same time he just tried to cover it up. He swallowed thickly before telling with a low voice: “Good… morning.” He was a little stopped. His mind wasn’t working neither his heart wasn’t beating. Immediately he heard a hoarse and cracked voice saying: “Need anything?” The voice sounded really ‘drunk’.
“May I come in?” Kayden asked with restraint, swallowing again. The woman in the doorway just gave him a really drunk look before letting him go in. As he noticed a bottle of vodka in her right hand he took a look back at where his father was standing short way off.
“Whataya want from me, you little one?” She just hiccupped before collapsing to an arm chair, taking a slurp. Kayden was confused pretty much. He sat as well and looked all around the room. There were some spider webs in the corners, dust was all around and pretty many kinds of clothes were lying on the ground. That was incredibly messed up and dirty room.
“I just wanted to see you.” Kayden said and was holding tears inside. He was sitting there, rubbing his hands nervously. “But I don’t wanna. If you’re one of those telling me to stop doing what I got used to, you can get up and out of my house, fucker.” Some tears fell down Kayden’s cheeks. He didn’t expect his mom to be like that.
“But I’m your son.” He said in tears, looking down. “My son? Which one?” She asked and it made him rather nonplus. He thought: Wait, am I not her only one? Then he realized. She looked exactly like a…hooker.
While Kayden was sitting there motionless and speechless, she took many slurps of the shits she had in hand. “Do you know David?… David Desrosiers?” He asked. He knew how to get her. She gave a cough before asking low-voiced: “David? Sure, I know him. Haven’t seen him for years.” She just grinned absently. “He’s my father. I’m Kayden. Your son.” He said in tears, rubbing his hands still.
“It’s possible.” She said impassively, taking another sip. “You don’t care? All I wanted for years was to see you, to see my mother. You know, I haven’t had the chance to meet you for 17 years… and I have missed you. All I see is that your only desire is to… to disappoint me.” He said, letting the tears fall down his cheeks.
She took a look at him. “You know… I can’t do anything about it. That’s where I ended up. I’m a mess, I know. But I don’t feel like changing it, you know?” She said and coughed. Kayden had enough of it. He just couldn’t believe what he actually heard.
He was thinking for a while. He was thinking about his father. He just realized how amazing his father is. Kayden realized that he was the first from the start for him. His dad would do everything just him to be happy still. He just saw the love from father. He felt the strength by his side. He always gives him advises. He tries his best Kayden to try man up and not be the one that people look down their nose at.
“I’m out. I don’t even dare to call you my mother…” Kayden said and got up, crying still. “Fine. I don’t give a fuck.” She said and took a slurp. Kayden just shook his head. It was over his thinking. “You know, my father was still here even if I haven’t appreciated it at all. He was there when you weren’t… Goodbye.” He said and a tear stained his left cheek. “Bye.” She said simply, ignoring him from the point on.